The principal of the No. 2 Middle School saw that as soon as he said his words, drops of sweat oozed from the foreheads of several young people, their faces turned pale, and they almost stumbled and fell.
Then he comforted: "Teachers, the conditions of our No. 2 Middle School are so simple. You have also seen that even the school bus is still an old bullock cart. But I believe that in the future there will be bread, milk, and new mobile ones." There will also be school buses.”
The principal of No. 2 Middle School had already ignored what he said, so what else could he do? Several young people had no choice but to put their luggage on the old bullock cart.
The No. 2 Middle School in Niaobulashi County is about 70 to 80 kilometers away from Chengguan. If a motor vehicle takes only one or two hours to get there, but Zhu Houzhao and the others are riding an old and dilapidated ox cart, which will naturally take more than seven or eight hours. .
This old shabby ox cart is a shabby cart pulled by two old oxen.
At this moment, it is so innocently blue, the clouds are floating slowly, and birds can be seen flying by from time to time. The principal of the No. 2 Middle School is waving a bullwhip and sitting in the front to drive the car. Zhu Houzhao and other young people are riding in the car behind with their luggage. Douli.
Looking around, I don’t need to mention the beautiful scenery of the countryside in spring. You can just think about it with your toes.
The old cow trotted forward on the bumpy dirt road in the countryside. The telephone poles, continuous mountains, farmland, and streams on the roadside kept passing before his eyes.
The cowherd plays the flute in the boundless wilderness, the farmer works hard in the farmland, sowing the hope of a good harvest, and the unrestrained stream trickles, emitting beautiful notes like wind chimes.
What a beautiful, vibrant, green, colorful and beautiful picture!
Beautiful things are always short-lived. Time passes unconsciously. Unconsciously, the old ox cart turned to a steep country road.
One side of this mountain road is surrounded by towering cliffs, and the other side is an abyss beneath the cliff.
"Principal, the road to our No. 2 Middle School is not easy. It seems that the road to teaching at No. 2 Middle School will be long and arduous!"
Zhu Houzhao said casually to the principal of the No. 2 Middle School who was driving the old ox cart in front.
"Little teacher, you are right!" said the principal of the No. 2 Middle School. "In addition to the remote location and difficult roads in Yinyue Town, where our No. 2 Middle School is located, there has also been a group of people who came from nowhere since last year. Help Fusang Ronin, he does all kinds of evil in our corner, causing the villagers to complain and suffer unspeakably.
"What, it's the Fuso Ronin again?" Zhu Houzhao's eyes widened in shock. Enemies are really enemies on a narrow road! From time to time, when he encounters those who invade and worry about the people, they are almost always the Fuso Ronin.
Zhu Houzhao remembers that an Internet celebrity said, "Whenever China's Tao falls and reincarnation comes to an end, the endless realm will invade the fuso chaos beasts. They carry the huge bodies of the empire and force their way in." Wherever they go, the land of China will be shattered, time and space will be reversed, the fate of the country will decline, and all living beings will suffer."
The Fusang people are a notorious destroyer of Chinese civilization. Only by expelling the Fusang chaotic beasts and letting them disappear from the land of China can the withered world of China be regenerated, the destroyed order be rebuilt, and the backbone of the people can be straightened. . Zhu Houzhao always believed in this.
I remember there is a saying called "A child's face in spring changes three times a day." "I don't know why, but I don't know when countless dark clouds accumulated in the clear and cloudless sky. These dense dark clouds are like billions of evil ghosts, looking at the world fiercely, and the mountain roads suddenly become... Gotta dim it.
Countless dazzling thunder snakes swam between the clouds, erupting with deafening thunder sounds. The world was trembling, and a drifting heavy rain suddenly poured down.
"Oops, what's wrong with this damn weather." The principal of No. 2 Middle School sighed, drove the panicked oxcart to a stop under a thousand-year-old tree, and then found an oilcloth from the car to greet those who were caught in the rain. The teachers worked together to cover the luggage on the car.
"Help! Help!" At this moment, a shrill female scream suddenly sounded from the mountain road ahead.
This shrill scream of a woman is like the winter moon in the northern country, the new wind is like a knife, the vegetation is withering, and the mountains are covered with frost, making the world a chill, and anyone who listens to it will feel desolate.
"Flower girl, stop! Let's play and play with Taijun!" Then there was noisy and obscene laughter from behind the woman.
"Fuso Ronin? We are really enemies on a narrow road, and there is a sandbag in our itchy hands!" Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but shuddered.
Zhu Houzhao walked out from under the big tree that was sheltering from the rain. Under the wash of the heavy rain, he opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the mountain road ahead.
What came into view was several stocky fuso ronin holding samurai swords, desperately chasing a stunning woman who was disheveled, scarred, and staggering away.
In the raging downpour, this woman's body was already soaked, and she looked very graceful.
"Look, it's these Fuso Ronin who bully men and women in Silver Moon Town and make the whole town uneasy!" The principal of No. 2 Middle School pointed at the Fuso Ronin and said angrily to Zhu Houzhao and the others.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Houzhao also had a splitting headache, and his heart felt as if it had been torn apart. "Beast!" He finally said these two words from between his teeth!
"Flower girl, I finally caught you. Where are you going to run away? No matter how much you run away, you can't escape the palm of our Taijun!"
While running away, the woman panicked and didn't choose the way to go. She suddenly tilted her body and was about to fall down. She was hugged by a fuso ronin with a beard who was at the forefront.
The woman struggled desperately, but couldn't break free, and several Fuso Ronin laughed.
Boom!
At this moment, there was a loud thunder, and a figure cut through the sky like lightning. At the moment when the light shone, Rendanhu was kicked hard by a big foot that seemed to fall from the sky!
"Damn Fusang man, you dare to violate my noble daughter of the Celestial Dynasty. I think you are tired of living. In view of your scum and behavior that is worse than an animal, as a Celestial man, I must punish you severely! Send it to you. Go to hell!" The figure declared in a deep voice.
It can be seen that the anger in his chest is like a volcano, and when it erupts, it is actually a billowing cloud of smoke!
He will never forget the Fusang people until his death. He will avenge the lives of many compatriots who have died and been humiliated!
When I looked closer, I saw that the figure was actually a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but his clothes were very rustic. This young man's cold and vigilant eyes were like thunder pools, between the lightning and thunder. , which is actually like the son of thunder.
Rendanhu was shocked, and the figure roared again, and dense, raindrop-like giant fists hit him one after another. With every punch, Rendanhu would let out a shrill scream, accompanied by A bloody hole will appear on the body!
I just don’t know why, but under the heavy punches of Nian Jinren, the son of thunder, Rendanhu, known as the master of magic hand, was unable to fight back. He didn’t even have the ability to parry. He could only watch helplessly as he was being struck. He was so flat that his whole body was dripping with blood, and he was screaming in agony.
Rendanhu's screams were like barbs piercing into the chests of the fuso ronin following him, making them feel stinging even when they breathed!
Rendanhu was the leader of this group of ronin, and the longing and pain in his eyes tore the hearts of his men.
Is there anything in the world that is more uncomfortable than having your brother being slaughtered wantonly in front of you, but you are powerless to do anything about it?
